~Don't carry me under. You're the Death of all the skies. God sing for the hopless, I'm the one you left behind.

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I woke up with my Cat, Skittles purring loudly in my ear.

Where am I?

I groggily rolled over on the bed, and then remembered what had occurred last night. I sat up quickly, getting a major headache. Skittles pounced off the bed, and ran out of the room. I wobbled to the blinds, and opened them.

“Ugh! It’s still raining?” I yelled at the window, but of course it’s only response was to ignore me.

What happened last night? Who was that blond guy that saved me?

“Faith?” My mom called out from the hallway.

“Yeah?”

The door burst open, “Can you come into the kitchen? Your Father and I would like to speak with you.”

Shit! What did I do?

I hurried to the door and opened it, to see my moms black hair standing up on its end, and her blue eyes tired looking, “Who died?” I blurted.

She fiddled with her hands, and took out a tissue. She wiped her eyes, and my heart dropped.“Nobody, we have something to tell you in the kitchen, as a family.” She motioned down the hallway.

“Oh geez, this can’t be good,” I mumbled to myself, and walked ahead of her. I walked, until I got to the ketches to see my Dad leaning against the counter, drinking coffee, “I'm really sorry for your loss Margaret.” He consoled, talking to someone on the phone. He hung up quickly, once he saw me.

My mom brushed my shoulder, and stood next to my Father. She looked at me, with a smile plastered on her face, “Well, he’s part of our Church. And he tells us he was at the party last night, where you apparently were,” she explained, wiping at her eyes.

“Yeah…” I trailed.

“Tom Gregory is dead,” my Dad finished, patting my crying mother.

“What? How?When?” I asked frantically.

“Well he was a recovering alcoholic, but he apparently overdosed on drugs,” my mom answered, “we actually heard about it on TV, and not his parents. He had some strange, black veins coming out of his chest.”

I put my hand to my forehead, not being able to process. I mean sure, he was a jerk and made fun of me all the time. But nobody deserves to die. “But I just—“

“Faith, we want you to join an alcoholic support group,” my mom blurted.

“Why? I’m not a—“

“We heard you come in at 3:00 in the morning, and then you just passed out! I tried to wake up but you were too out of it. I contacted Marcy’s parents and she told us she did the same thing. Now you come in here looking like death! You look so sick, depressed, and agitated all the time! Those are all signs of—“

“Mom I’m not—“

“It’s ok Lisa, let me talk to her,” my dad’s deep voice assured her.

“Ok, maybe you can talk some sense into her.”

Ugh! Why are they doing this to me? I never drink beer!

My mom left the room, and I stood there awkwardly. “Have a seat Faith”

“Dad I don’t drink!”

He put his hands up for me to calm down, “I understand, but your mother doesn’t,” he whispered.

“When does she ever?” I snapped.

“Faith, listen to me. Your Mother loves you so much, and she just wants to know you are ok. It’s a small group of people that just talk about their stories. You only have to go a few times and you don’t have to say anything,” he pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He looked back up at me, “please, honey. Your Mother will never let this go, we got home from the Fundraiser at 12:00 last night, expecting you to be home. And you weren’t.”

“I was just having fun! I promise I didn’t drink anything—“

“Doesn’t matter, you’ll go to this alcohol group today. Who knows you might make some more friends, that aren’t so slutt-“ “Dad!”

He shrugged, and laughed, “Sorry.”

I rubbed my arms, and looked at the ceiling. This is crazy, why am I even considering going to this thing? “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m driving myself! She doesn’t have to drop me off and monitor my every move, I’m tired of her babying me!”

He nodded his head, “I get it, I know, “he said, checking his watch, “ get ready because it’s at four thirty at the Club House down the street. It’s three o’ clock right now.”

I slept 12 hours? Holy crap I never sleep that much!

“Ugh,” I complained, storming out of the room “isn’t it like Halloween!”

“Yes! And it’s a full moon tonight! So hopefully the clouds go away!” My Dad called from the kitchen.

Only I would manage to convince my parents I’m an Alcoholic, when I’ve only had half a cup of beer in the last 18 years.

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I picked up my cell phone once again, and put it to my ear.

“Mom! Stop calling me, I understand I have to be there now!”

“I just wanted to say I love you.”

Ooh, she hit the soft spot.

“I love you more Mom. I’m going to look for a job today ok? So I might be back at about seven or eight, depending on traffic.”

“Faith, stop it we will find a way to get you into a college. I’m going to ask for a loan on Tuesday, everything will be--”

“No, it won’t be fine. I need to get a job, that will pay me more than 12 dollars an hour. I need the money, school is almost over,” I snapped.

“I already looked in the obituary, there aren’t any decent job—“

“Mom, thank you but I can’t. I need to get out in the world, and get a job. I’ll be fine! I promise.”

There was a pause on the line, as if she muted me. I put my blinker on to pull into the town club.

“Mom?”

“I….I love you. Just—just don’t talk to strangers. And never leave with anyone,” her voice sounds strained.

I laughed, and found a perfect parking spot in front of the building. “What? I’m eighteen and you are still telling me that?”

“Don’t talk to strangers, and never leave with anyone,” she repeated quickly.

She never would repeat herself twice, unless something is wrong. She always tells me things once, because she knows I will listen.

“Mom? Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine honey,” she answered, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I heard a loud whistle in the phone, a rough sound of sandpaper, and the call ended.

Parents really just don’t know how to use phones. I moved my gaze to the club entrance of the door, knowing how late I am. The town’s club is basically a big log cabin, with a pool, small bar, hot tub, and workout center. It’s pretty comfortable, and has a very woodsy feeling to it. Well, since there is a huge forest behind it. It’s pretty close to my house, but off on the highway, so I don’t go here often. I would have to make a huge U turn to get back to my house. But really I’ve only been here once or twice, because:

a. I don’t swim.

b. I don’t drink, but I’m also not over twenty one. (Ironic because of where I’m currently going)

c. I hate my neighborhood.

What if, this isn’t even a club? What if it’s a meeting for serial killers or pedophiles? What if the people are all old? I can just leave and then tell my parents I went…no they probably have already called the head of the club.

I angrily got out of the car, and slammed it shut. It’s not raining anymore, but it’s humid as if it’s going to start at any moment. The clouds are dark, in the horizon. I walked towards the front entrance of the log cabin, and pulled both the glass doors open with both arms, as I usually do when there are two doors for a building.

As soon as you walk into this place you can smell chlorine, and cleaning product. My nose is very sensitive, and I get headaches easily. Therefore, I hate this place already. In the middle of the room are four dark leather couches in a square formation, and then the outer walls of the room have doors to the pool, gym, and bar. A bunch of people are sitting on the couches, and there is one woman who is sitting in a recliner, awkwardly in the little corner of two couches. She has short blond hair, and an obnoxious red dress. My eyes are burning just from looking at it. When the doors closed loudly, everyone turned around.

“You must be Faith!” The woman in the recliner said loudly, and stood up. She walked over to me, and shook my hand. “I’m Miss Honey, do you want to sit down?” she asked almost impatiently, and motioned with a hand for me to sit.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said in a nervous voice, feeling a lot of gazes on me. There are at least twelve people here.

“No need to be nervous honey, we are all a family here,” she said, and pulled at my arm. A bit rough I might add, “This is Henry, that’s Mary, that’s Joseph, that’s Sarah, John, Joy, and finally Dean.”

You have to be kidding me.

“You can sit next to Dean Honey, since there is an open spot.”

The familiar hooded man patted the seat next to him, and put his arm over the top of the couch. “Um, I’d rather sit somewhere else,” I said politely.

She made a face, “No, no, that won’t do! It won’t be even—I mean it’s boy, girl, boy girl.”

Wow, obsessive compulsive much?

“Fine,” I huffed, and reluctantly walked past legs to get to my spot.

Dean’s legs are up on the coffee table, so I had to forcefully put them down. I got a small shock when I touched his jeans. I glared at him, and turned to sit on the couch. I kind of fell into it, it was so soft. I brushed against his warm jacket, and tried not to lean my head back on his arm behind my head.

I straightened my grey sweatshirt, and smiled nervously at everyone. They all stared at me in response, and I blushed furiously.

Miss Honey cleared her throat, “So, newcomer! Start with your name, and anything you want to share with the group.”

An akward silence lasted a long moment, and I figured they wanted me to talk already.

“Oh! Sorry uh, I’m Faith and I’m eighteen,” I said bluntly, feeling the gaze of multiple people, and heated one in particular to my right.

“That’s all?” She said, and I noticed she now had a clipboard on her lap and started taking notes.

Shit.“Uh…” I looked at the people around me, “I don’t really no what too—“

I felt a hand reach down my back, and linger to my butt. I twitched, and tried to continue talking, “I um I…”

“Mark do you have anything to say?”

“Yeah, the other day my friend offered me a beer and I just couldn't resist. . . "

I stopped listening and focused on the hand that is squeezing my butt, “Remove it now or I’ll remove it for you!” I whispered harshly to the guy next to me.

“Remove what?” The smell of mint and cigarettes hit my nose.

“You know what!” I snapped, reaching behind me to feel nothing.

What the heck? I could feel a hand there moments before. The sensation of someones hand there returned again and nothing was actually there. I stood up screaming, brushing at my butt vigorously. The feeling disappeared, and everyone became silent. I blushed furiously, and turned to the guy on the couch then pointed at him, “He was touching my butt!”

“No I wasn’t, I don’t even know her.” My eyebrows rose at how believable he sounded.

“Faith, please have a seat, I assure you Dean wouldn’t land a hand on you. He’s a good man,” Miss Honey commented.

As soon as she said that I realized every girl in this room was giving Dean a lustful look. I sat back in my seat, and Mark began talking about his Mom and how he wants’ to move out of the house. Ugh I can’t take any of this! I shifted my position, and closed my eyes in exhaustion.

I woke up to a rumble on my head, and realized it was someone’s leather jacket. I sat up, too see everyone staring at me. Miss Honey looked at me, and then took notes on her clipboard. Shit I fell sleep.

“Hello, I’m Deat—I mean Dean.”

“Hi Dean.” The group answered in unison.

Everything went black.



“Faith? Faith, are you ok?” I heard Miss Honeys voices ask frantically.

I opened my eyes; too see Miss Honeys light brown eyes looking down at me “What?” I said, hearing a raspy voice instead of my own.

Hands sat me up, and a glass was placed at my lips. I drank the liquid quickly, then grabbed onto the glass. Why am I so thirsty?

A guy with short, blond hair and hazel eyes nodded his head, “Hey I’m Joseph, just continue drinking water. Make sure to have at least five glasses before bedtime. I have to go to my fiancés party, so I’ll see you later Miss Honey.” Joseph waved to me, and walked away.

“You passed out Faith, Joseph is a doctor in training," Miss Honey said. "He said you were dehydrate. It was very sudden!' She seemed to brush the matter off quickly. "Mark bought us some Halloween cake, so if you want some we will be in the game room."

“He has a fiancé? He looks like twenty!”I whispered to Miss Honey. She nodded her head, and left me with this creepy Goth girl picking at the huge gage in her ear, and a Barbie girl filing her nails.

I looked around the room, to see the hooded man leaning against the far wall, with a beer bottle in his hand. “He’s drinking a beer!” I pointed out.

Both of the girls turned in his direction, “Who’s drinking a beer?” Barbie girl asked, popping her gum in my face. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and fake boobs. Barbie.

“Dean!” I replied loudly, pointing at the hooded guy.

“Dean’s drinking a water bottle” she answered bluntly, and continued filing her nails. I stared at the guy leaning on the wall, who brushed a hand over his hooded head and gave me a 'cheers' gesture.The hood wavered, as if it is a cloud of dust. What the hell?

“What does he look like?” I whispered to her.

“Are you blind or something?” The Goth girl said harshly. She has black hair, black eyeliner, and pale skin. Her eyes are purple.

Creepy.

“Slightly, I’m colored blind,” I lied. That’s some kind of blindness right? She gave me a weird look, “ I’m near sighted, I mean!” I corrected.

She nodded her head, as if to say ‘you’re a crazy bitch’, “Yeah well, you can ask him what he looks like yourself, he’s coming over here.” She stood up, and I stood up with her.

I noticed the Barbie girl smiled brightly, and twirled her hair. Goth girl gave the guy a weird look, “You names not Dean,” she huffed.

“Go cut yourself,” the Barbie snapped.

My mouth popped open. I’m staying out of this one. Goth girl slowly turned to the Barbie, and slapped her in the face. “Go find someone who cares you plastic bitch.” Tension built up between them, and the Barbie squealed and ran out of the room. Goth girl followed her head down creepily.

Ok…what just—

“Hello, Hope,” a velvety voice spoke from behind me.

I slowly turned around; too see none other than the hooded man still leaning against the wall. “Hello, ‘Invisible Face’,” I greeted, crossing my arms over my chest and starting to walk over to him. If he wants to call me Hope, I’ll call him that.

“Good one. Anymore names you thought of me when you were alone?” he asked darkly.

I thought for a moment, “Blank face, the Black Fog, Grimmy, Blackened Loser, The Dark Man—“

“You’re not that bright are you?” he interrupted sarcastically.

“Excuse me? I’m very intelligent,” I defended, feeling my cheeks redden.

Damn you cheeks!

He took a step forward, and I felt the urge to get closer to him. “Well first of all, you haven’t even asked me why you can’t see my face. You haven’t really asked why I’m following you, and you also haven’t asked why I know your name, where you live, about your bear Mr. Wiggles, or how I knew what time you would be home to leave the letter, which body to take over at the party.” My back hit the wall, and he loomed over me, and my breath hitched, and my heartbeat continued to pound in my chest.“Tell me Faith Rebecca Williams, do you still think you are intelligent?”

Faith Rebecca Williams, how does he know that?

“Yes,” I said stubbornly, getting a blast of pain in my stomach.

“And that, that horrible ache in your stomach, you just wish would go away,” he whispered, his invisible mouth now next to my ear. I felt a warm hand rest onto my stomach, and the pain disappeared, “that only I can make go away.”

I can feel his hot breath down my neck, and I felt the urge to latch onto him. My shaky hands reached out, to grab his jacket, and I stopped midway.

Stop it Faith!

“But most importantly Faith, you never once asked why you feel a pull to me. Why you feel the need to touch me,” he laughed deep in his throat, “I wouldn’t do that by the way, I get pretty hot when need be.”

I felt heat radiate off of him, and I looked up at his close dark face. I struggled to uncover his identity, but felt pulled into blackness.

“Why can’t I see you?” I whispered, and he leaned in more.

“Because, I like my victims to see my face once I kill them,” he said simply, and pushed away from me, and took a step back. “Just to scare the shit out of you, if your mom yells to you at approximately 11:03 tonight, that there’s a man with green eyes and black hair standing on your porch. Tell her you love her, because you’re going to die.”

He turned to walk away, and then disappeared in a halo of black.



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OH DAMN! lol.

I got chills writing the last part of this!

Yeah, so you know I tried my best when that happens haha. Sorry if it's not good :(

Bye bye until my next upload....you R.I.P

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